[smear:#19e6da]Hide in your shell, cos the world is out to bleed you for a ride What will you gain making your life a little longer? Heaven or hell, was the journey cold that gave you eyes of steel? Shelter behind painting your mind and playing joker Too frightening To listen to a stranger Too beautiful To put your pride in danger You're waiting for Someone to understand you But you've got demons in your closet (You've got demons in your closet) And you're screaming out to stop it (And you're screaming out to stop it) Saying life's begun to cheat you Friends are out to beat you Grab on to what you can scramble for Don't let the tears linger on inside now Cos it's sure time you gained control If I can help you If I can help you If I can help you Just let me know See upcoming rock shows Get tickets for your favorite artists[/smear:#e619a2:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Scarlett Adelle Grizzle Nicknames | Scar Birthday | October 31st Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Junior Age | 16 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Lily Collins Eye Color | Hazel Hair Color | Reddish Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Petite and Slender
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Riding and feeling the breeze in my hair. + Boys even though they don't see me. + Causing hate and discontent between my sisters. + Fighting with my sisters. + Going to movies + Horses never asked for one though since I'd probably get a no. Most of my cousins have one..
Hate It! •
- Butter on my popcorn at the theater. - Being all alone. - Being ignored, treated like I don't exist. - Wearing a helmet. - Not being able to ride. - My used bike that's always breaking down.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family. + Earning my own way. + Being myself. - My family. - Losing my mom. - Boys
Fears •
• Being left alone for good. • Dying alone. • Snakes
Dreams •
• A boy actually looking at me for a change. • My family noticing me, and treating me like I am part of the family.
Full Personality: •
I'm a fighter. I love to antagonize people. Don't usually have anything better to do. I do shit to get attention. I hate life sometimes. I hate being alone. Being ignored. It feels like I'm not a part of my family.
[smear:#19e6da]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a2:0] 1)Private: I tend to keep some things private as not wanting to be ridiculed. 2)Imaginative: I love to write and have a great imagination for it! 3)Introverted: Being inclined to explore one's inner mental landscape more so than the outer world 4)Whimsical: Giving in to humorous or imaginative impulsiveness which is what I do often as a get away. 5)Philosophical: Being preoccupied with one's thoughts rather than what's happening externally. 6)Sentimental: I cry over sad books or movies.
[smear:#bc19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6da:0] 1)Melodramatic: Sometimes I speak out to get into trouble just to get attention from my dad and other loved ones. 2)Whiny: My sisters say I am. I'm just trying to be noticed, and not feel invisible. 3)Rebellious:Flouting the law or resisting authority. 4)Insecure: About how my family really feels about me and other things. 5)Withdrawn: I withdraw into myself and my imagination when things get bad. 6)Oversensitive: I take things deeply often being hurt.
I was third born to my parents. Then they had two more. So I was smack dab in the middle. Which royally sucks. I get lost in the chaos. Mom actually forgot me a few times when we'd been places when I was a toddler. Luckily my aunts and uncles were still around and they brought me home. When grade school rolled around there were days I'd be late getting out and my sisters would be gone already. Mom had picked them up and maybe a friend or two of theirs and didn't realize I wasn't there. We lived all the way on the other side of town so I'd have to walk home.
Sometimes I wouldn't even get home till after supper time. Depended on how much traffic there was on the large intersection I had to cross. I was scared to death of that intersection and would take a step out with the others and then right back till someone would help me across. The last time that happened it was still dark out when my uncle Fury was driving by and saw me standing there crying. He took me home and got into it with my mom who hadn't even realized I wasn't there as usual. My sisters just laughed about it. After that my dad started picking us up and taking us home or one of my aunts would pick us up.
Come to find out mom was already in the early stages of brain cancer then so it wasn't totally her fault that she would forget me. I just didn't know that, and neither did anyone else. She was in stage four by the time they found out what was wrong. I was in seventh grade by then. It was a year later she died. She'd been bed ridden by the end and didn't know us. She'd tried chemo and radiation, but it had only made the cancer spread faster. Life was just wrong after that in my opinion. My mom's sister my Aunt Giselle and my Uncle Fury mom's brother get yearly checkups now to make sure they don't have brain cancer.
I realized at an early age if I acted out to get into trouble I'd actually get attention. I'd usually get a spanking and grounded, but at least it got me some attention. After mom died dad wasn't really around for awhile as he was dealing with losing mom. Once he was around it's like he still didn't know I was around. Not with his baby girls around, and his favorite daughter Valentina. It was like I was a spare.
I started smoking when I was fifteen. I'd swipe them from the sons when they were around. No one ever figured out it was me. I started paying the Baxter boys to buy them for me when I would run out. It wasn't like dad would care either if he found out. I'd even talked Austin into buying them a time or two for me.
I like to antagonize my sisters too and fight with them. At least they notice I'm around then. Though I'm pretty sure I'm the black sheep of the family by now. Causing hate and discontent I found is fun. My older two sisters dad got bikes for them when they turned sixteen. My birthday just went to the wayside. Everyone forgot so I got a job to start earning money so I could buy my own. I finally earned enough to get a used bike. Wasn't brand new like my older sisters had been. I'll be seventeen in a couple of months. My sister Victoria turned sixteen a few days ago and got a brand new bike for her birthday. Really makes me hate my sisters. Of course my dad is clueless. My bike is always breaking down and I have to fix it.
Now we've moved to Washington, California. I'm surprised I wasn't left behind in Kansas. Valentina is already sucking face with some hot guy. My other sisters are flirting with guys. I think there are a couple of hot ones, but there only looking at my sisters and cousins. Not the plain Jane sister.
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Role Player
Username • Scarlett Age • 52 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • Over eighteen years Comments • No How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • See Who Plays Who
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RPG Sample
Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.
Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.
His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.
It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.
Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.
He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.
With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.
Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.
Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.